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My best friends in high school were the Spencer twins, Carl and Clay.  They were typical brothers, scrapping all the time, but if you pissed off one, you dealt with both.  Both were on the wrestling team.  That was an appropriate sport for the pair since they got lots of practice grappling with each other.  

One afternoon, after practice, the came over to my house.  Mom and Dad were at work until late.  We went to my room.  We were talking about something the pair disagreed on, I don’t remember what it was, but whatever, it wasn’t a big deal.  Anyway, they started to tussle around.  I laid back on my bed and watched, laughing at their attempts to better the other without hurting him.

Carl took off his shirt and tossed it at me.  They got kind of ruff and kicked my leg by accident.  It hurt so I made them take their boots off.  Clay took off his boot and shirt, Carl took off his boots socks and jeans.  Clay too his jeans off.  Then they started to wrestle in their white briefs.  

They ended up on the bed, on top of me.  I tried to get out of the way, but was pinned down under the sweaty pair.  Clay accidently got a finger caught in a hole in Carl’s underwear.  It ripped on whole side out of the old flimsy briefs.  They stopped for a second, but started up again with Carl doing his best to rip Clay’s underwear.  His were brand new so Carl settled for pulling them off.  He tossed them aside, (right by my head).  Then Clay proceeded to pull Carl’s torn briefs off.  

Now I had two hot sweaty naked studs all over me, wrestling.  I never figured out what would determine the winner.  I finally managed to get out from under them, but was stuck at the head of my bed.   Carl managed to pin Clay down with his junk in Clay’s face.  His remedy for that was to bit the inner thigh of Carl’s leg.  Carl jumped up and knocked me down, with his armpit in my face. 

That was the one thing that I couldn’t fight.  The smell of a clean but sweaty man would always make my cock hard.  Carl’s pit was soaking wet.  It left his scent on my face with drops of sweat.  He got off me and saw all his sweat on my face.  He laughed and took one of the pairs of discarded underwear and wiped it off.  

“Oh God!” I said faking offence.

“You love it and you know it.” Carl said.  He reached down and grabbed my hard cock through my jeans.  “See.”

“I was horrified.”  I must have shown it.  

“Hey, it’s cool.”  Carl said.  

“Yeah man.  We think it’s cool you like guys.  Leaves more girls for us.” Clay said.  

After a long silence, I finally said, “I didn’t think you knew.”

“Sure we did.  We see what happens down there when you wrestle certain guys.  You don’t get full on hard, but you get a little chubbed up.  You like white lean guys with muscles like us.” Carl said.  He posed and flexed.  Clay mimicked him.  

“Does everyone know?” I asked.

“Roy does, but he’s gayer than you.  He get full on hard.”  Clay said.

“Yeah, he blew us a couple days ago.  The day you were out sick.” Carl said.

“You let him blow you?” I asked in shock.

“Sure, why not.  He’s pretty good to.” Carl said.

“Where did he do that?” I asked.  I think I had suddenly become jealous of Roy.  I’d really have been offended is they’s gone to his house.

“In the locker room.  Everyone was gone.  We’d gone out for a short run.  When we came in, he was in the locker room, jacking off with someone’s jock in his mouth.  He sure likes funky smells.” Clay said.

“It’s pheromones.” I said.

“I though pheromones was what attracted one sex to another.” Carl said.

“That proof that you’re hardwired to be gay.  I’m attracted to male odors, but female odors disgust me.” I said.

“Some female odor disgust me to.” Clay laughed.  

“So, we’re sitting here smelling like we haven’t showered in a week and it’s turning you on?” Carl said.

“Yeah.” I laughed.

“Ooo and we’re all naked.” Clay teased, smearing the beads of sweat on his chest.

Carl raised his arm and sniffed his own pit.  “Yeah, that’s nice and ripe.” he said.

“Yeah, it is, my face smells like it.” I chuckled.  Then, I licked his pit.  

He fell over laughing.  “That tickles.”  I jumped on top of him and held his arm up while I licked his pit.  Clay laughed at his predicament.  Carl finally wrestle free.  Then they turned on me.  They got me down and stripped my jeans and underwear off.  I was raging hard.  Clay wagged my dick and slapped it against my belly. I thought it was strange a straight guy would play with another man’s cock, but you can’t be a wrestler and be shy about touching a guy’s privates.  It’s gonna happen.  I let them pull my t-shirt off.  Now I was as naked as they were.  

I got Clay in a leg scissors, around his waist and squeezed him tight.  Carl laughed but then sat on my face until I had to let Clay go.  I couldn’t breath.  My face was in his ass crack.  I got him off by licking his taint.  He rolled off laughing.  

The twins were worn out.  Clay was still between my legs, laying down on the bed.  Carl was laying head to head with Clay and cock to shoulder with me.  My arm was between his legs.  I bent my arm at the elbow and put my hand on his hip.  I pulled his thigh to my cheek.  I guess I was hugging his leg and loving the scent of his crotch so close to my face.  

He reached for his cock.  It was soft but he offered it to me.  I took it in my hand and kissed the tip.  Then I licked it.  Then I sucked it.  I turned to get at it better.  it grew hard and cured making it go easily down my throat.  Meanwhile, Clay turned and watched.  His cock got hard  I could feel him stroking it.  He rubbed the head up and down my ass crack.  I turned and lifted my top leg, offering him my ass.  He spit on his hand and rubbed the spit on his cock and poked at my anus.  

It took several tries, but he got in me.  He slowly fucked my ass while I sucked his brother.  I jacked my cock, but Carl rubbed my balls.  Carl came first with Clay seconds later while I came at the same time.  

There wasn’t much talking as they got dressed and left.  Carl left his underwear behind.  I worried our friendship wouldn’t ever be the same.  I was right.  It wasn’t.  In a way, it was better.  We still hung out, still worked out and practiced together, but they didn’t come over quite as often.  When they did though, it always ended up in naked sweaty sex.  Sometime, it seemed like love making.  They’re both married with kids now.  They don’t fight any more and even approve of my husband.   They have told him all the stories of our school days. Even how Clay popped my cherry.  I get embarrassed but my husband is thoroughly amused.  Now he likes to have sex after we workout and before we shower.  They told him how sweaty smells turn me on.  It’s done wonder for our sex life.